Chapter 1
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Ireland
God, I feel like crap.
I lifted my head from the pillow and winced. This is why I rarely drank. A belligerent hangover and a 3:30 a.m. wakeup time don’t make for good bedfellows. Reaching over toward the annoying buzzing sound, I patted around my nightstand until I somehow managed to find my phone and silence the alarm.
Ten minutes later, the sound returned. I groaned as I dragged my body out of the comfort of my bed and headed to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and Motrin. I’d probably need to ice my eyes, too, in order to look halfway presentable on air this morning.
I was mid-pour, steaming coffee filling my mug, when suddenly the reason for last night’s inebriation and my resulting hangover hit me. How the hell had I forgotten?
The letter.
The damn letter.
“Ouch! Shit!” Hot coffee spilled over the top of the mug and scalded my hand.
“Shit.”
“Ouch.”
“Shit!”
I ran my hand under cold water and shut my eyes. What the hell had I done? I wanted to crawl back into bed and go back to forgetting.
But instead, all the details from yesterday came flooding back like a tsunami. An hour after I’d wheeled my luggage through the front door, returning from a week in paradise, a letter had arrived via messenger.
Fired.
In a form letter.
The day before I was scheduled to return to work from vacation.
I felt nauseous. It was the first time I’d been unemployed since I was fourteen years old. Not to mention, the only time my departure wasn’t of my own accord. I turned off the water and hung my head, trying to recall the exact wording in that damn letter.
Dear Ms. Saint James,
We regret to inform you that your employment at Lexington Industries has been terminated, effective immediately.
Your employment has been terminated for the following reasons:
- Violation of Conduct Policy 3-4. Committing any acts which constitute sexual assault or indecent exposure.
- Violation of Conduct Policy 3-6. Using the Internet and/or other communication media to engage in sexual conduct or lewd behavior.
-Violation of Conduct Policy 3-7. Engaging in other forms of sexually immoral or objectionable conduct.
Severance pay shall not be paid because your termination was for cause. Within thirty days, we will issue a letter to you outlining the status of your benefits. Insurance coverage will continue for the time required by New York State employment law.
The personnel office will coordinate your final paycheck and work with your supervisor on the collection of your personal items.
We regret this action and wish you the best of luck in your endeavors.
Sincerely,
Joan Marie Bennett
Director of Human Resources
There had been a thumb drive included in the padded envelope, which contained a thirty-second video one of my friends had taken on the beach. I felt a burn traveling up my throat, for reasons other than the likely alcohol poisoning I’d subjected my body to.
My job. It had been my life for the past nine years. And some stupid, grainy video had made everything I’d worked my ass off for vanish like a puff of smoke.
Poof. Goodbye, career.
I groaned.
“God. What the hell am I going to do?”
Standing upright clearly wasn’t the answer to that question, so I took my pounding headache back to the bedroom and crawled under the covers. I pulled the comforter up and over my head, hoping the pitch black might swallow me alive.
Eventually I managed to fall back asleep. When I woke up a few hours later, I felt slightly better. Though, that didn’t last for very long—not once I realized I’d only remembered half the events of last night.
***
My roommate and best friend, Mia, poured me a cup of coffee and heated it up in the microwave. She looked pretty hungover herself.
“How’d you sleep?” she asked.
Elbows propped on the kitchen table, I held my head upright in my hands—sort of. I looked at her through one squinted eye.
“How do you think?”
She sighed. “I still can’t get over the fact that they fired you. You have a contract. Is it even legal to sack someone for something that happened when they weren’t at work?”
I sipped my coffee. “Apparently so. I spoke to Scott about it a few minutes ago.” I’d sucked up my pride and called my ex. He was an asshole, and the last person I wanted to talk to, but he was also the only lawyer in my contacts. Unfortunately, he’d confirmed that what my employer did was perfectly legal.
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea a day at the beach could turn into something